Yeah, the clock is the only judge out there, so I treat it like a sparring partner – if it hits you hard, you learn to dodge faster. I lock my mind in those extra hundredths by counting my breaths, doing a quick mental replay of the last lap, and setting a tiny visual cue on the wall that says “just one more millisecond.” That keeps me in the zone and turns the timer from a threat into a friend.

Thanks, but if I keep tightening it might just bite me in the heels. Still, every millisecond shaved is a win.